The Prince And The Product

Bender:This could be my big chance to grovel!

Bender:Ooh. Swanky dump.

King of Space:Now, this guy knows how to grovel.

King of Space:Not even the finest macaroni artist could capture your beauty. Although this one did.

Fry:Sorry. It's my early-onset sciatica.

Fry:Wow. This absolute stud sure made me look like a wimp, Leela?

Professor Farnsworth:No, no. It's nothing like that. Let N be the number of punches.

Leela:I was falling in love with the Prince of Space. We're getting married!

Leela:I'll always remember the times we had that I haven't already forgotten.

Fry:And I can't afford to live without you!

Professor Farnsworth:Good news, Windos!

Dr. Zoidberg:Dear God, no! Pretend you didn't hear that.

Dr. Zoidberg:Of course, I'm sure. Fry's mainspring is nearly wound down.

Dr. Zoidberg:For a thousand years, he was slowly pacing and winding down.

Professor Farnsworth:It was a one-way ticket to Oldsville! Last exit before Deathburg!

Fry:I eated. I prayed. I loved-ed.

Reverend Lionel Preacherbot:Can religion calm the terror of mortality? That's our home run swing!

Bender:Metaphor? Isn't that just a fancy word for 'steaming load'?

Reverend Lionel Preacherbot:I wouldn't call it fancy.

Fry:Maybe we'll meet again in a better metaphor.

Bender:If you were dead, how could you ask such a dumb question? You're as alive and stupid as ever.

Bender:Shut up, baby, I know it.

Professor Farnsworth:Now, that's dead.

Professor Farnsworth:It means life is meaningless. Lesson learned! Let's hit the road.

Mountain Guru:For a quarter, I'm a guru. For a nickel, you get a sticker that says you climbed the mountain.

Mountain Guru:Load? Perhaps. Steaming? Perhaps not.

Bender:I'm back, baby! And I'm doing loop-de-loops! Woo!

Bender:Bite my enlightened metal ass, mortality! I'm 40% aerodynamic!

King of Space:Blah?

King of Space:I've never been so angry and hungry.

Fry:She needs salt.

Dr. Zoidberg:Well, I stayed behind last time, so...

Professor Farnsworth · Hermes:I suggest Zoidberg. Second!

Dr. Zoidberg:Why doesn't anybody like me?

Amy:Can you pause it? I'm getting a call.

Phone Scammer:Your car warranty has expired. Press one now, whether or not you want to renew.

Hermes:We don't want any! What do they think, we're idiots?

Professor Farnsworth:Some ancient horror is picking us off one by one, starting with the most gullible.

Professor Farnsworth:Someone has to stay behind to answer the phones.

Professor Farnsworth:Sweet Subaru of Timbuktu! It's a chop shop.

Duel Announcer:This isn't the rule book, by the way. It's a takeout menu. I'm gonna have the pad Thai.

Leela · Fry:Fry, you're really bad at fighting. That's true.

King of Space:Roar.

Leela:The water doesn't have an end, numb duck. Haven't you ever seen a map?

Professor Farnsworth:I made this map, and whole sections were based on old legends and random hunches.

Leela:With no landmarks, it's hard to say. There's a good chance we never moved at all.

Fry · Leela:Land ho! What's land? I don't know.

Duck Father:Look at his eyeballs! It's the scurvy!

Bender:Let's just trade our guns for tobacco and get out of here.

Leela:We call our land water.

Duck Leela:Except I can't fall, and I don't have heels.

Duck Fry · Duck Bender:Well, in our culture, we believe a woman's sexuality is her own decision! Okay, then.

Duck Father · Duck Bender:This means war! War? Well, we don't have that word, but this definitely means peace-fighting!

Duck Bender:Rubber in the hole!

Duck Fry:Our love is eternal. It'll live on forever, even after it dies.

Fry · Leela:Really? A magic spell? No! A science spell!